Windy hill

There was a time during my boy scout days that we went to camp in a place called Windy Hill. It's like a prairie with nice grass like a lawn and just a few trees. On top of the hill, we could see the trail that is covered by trees. To make the story short, it was after dinner and we were preparing to call it a day when the winds came. There's no typhoon, no rain, but the strong winds are stronger than the typhoon. It's incredible but our tents were uprooted. You can imagine the panic in the faces of the boy scouts, that includes me huh. As I said, we were lucky because the winds have no rains. It was hard work to go down the slope to look for our tents.